CFWWG3 - Game over, werewolves won

[AoM]

*stares at Surly, his fists clenching so tight that his knuckles go white*

That you have never had a doubt about what I am comes as no surprise to me, Surly. All my suspicions have now been confirmed. You are a wolf.

It sickens me to see how easy it was for you to sit back and watch us die, day by night, night by day... And now that the pressure is on, now that justice has found its way to you, you dare claim to be a seer? Puppetmaster is a better word for what you are.

*turns to look at everyone* I am not a wolf. I know this. By that, I know that Surly's accusation is a desperate one, and his claim to be a seer is a lie. I say this knowing that there is time enough to kill me should I be wrong. Obviously, if Surly's death does not solve the werewolf problem, then I am welcoming my own death by doing this.

*turns back to coldly stare at Surly* But I have nothing to fear now. This nightmare is almost over. You're going to pay for everything you've done to us... to Mikki... to Nixit... to Nick...

That serum turned you into a werewolf, but not into a cold-blooded psycho. What's the matter? Tearing us to pieces not good enough? Huh?!

Surly

[mortaine]

I would really like to hear from TatteredShoelace and Neelix, too. It troubles me that Shoelace has been extremely quiet and has never voted or expressed an opinion on the lynchings at all.

If neither Farmer nor Okud was a wolf, and we don't get one of them today, then tomorrow is our last chance. This is so very, very hard, but I've had private conversations with others that makes me believe the Seer is already dead. Otherwise, he or she could have come forward to an innocent who could be trusted.

I'm going to cast my vote for Surly. I'm sorry, man. I hope that I'm right-- it's all I can do.

[TatteredShoeLace]

I'm sorry I've been so quiet, but I have been trying to take in all points so I could do my best to help. I don't like Surly's outlash, he seems too much like a wolf backed into a corner. *turns to AoM* But I hope for your sake Surly is indeed the last wolf. I'm sorry Surly, but I hope to end this evil.

[SekoETC]

((OOC Although I feel tempted to end the turn quickly, I expect Everybody to state their selection this time, even if you chose to vote blank. I know you're all relatively active so Lumin and Swymir, the night ain't falling before you got some name or the word "blank" written in bold.))

[Revanael]

((OOC: Swymir already voted for me, Seko...))

[mortaine]

((OOC: Neelix and Lumin haven't voted.))

[swymir]

(OOC: Yeah I voted for Rev, a long time ago)

[Lumin]

"Surly it is then. I don't think anyone but a wolf would just come right out and claim something like that. Besides, if he was really a seer, what's he been doing all this time? A real seer would try to help us, not just sit back and watch as innocents are killed off one by one.

[SekoETC]

((OOC Yes, around 1 o'clock last night I suddenly realized my mistake. Ouch.))

[SekoETC]

5 out of 8 were against the Surly Cantrian and when people tried to wake Neelix up to state his opinion, a mumbled "just five more minutes, mommy" was all they got out of him. Another vote would have made no difference after all, so Surly was finally captured.
It was decided that a fitting way of punishing this so-called seer was to poke his eyes out - with a heated poker. Thinking about avenging the pain Mikki had suffered made many people smile with contentment but the executioner's face stayed severe. He grabbed Surly from the hair while two others cling to the prisoner's arms to keep him down on his knees.
"I want you to look at me, like Mikki looked at you bastards that night when you cut her open. Don't you dare close your eyes!" he hissed between his clenched teeth.
"You're making a mistake!" Surly was screaming. "You're all just puppets! You will die, you will die in horrible ways. You have to listen. No... no, don't..! Aaargh!!!" A scream of pain cut of his ramblings as the poker was thrust into his left eye socket. When it was time to deal with the right one, the scream died and his body fell limp. The captors let go of him, letting him collapse face down in the dirt. There was no time to wait for him to regain consciousness. The executioner set the poker on the back of Surly's neck and struck down with all his might. The spine was crushed with a loud snap. It was over.
"Maybe we can finally sleep our night in peace from these monsters", someone whispered, out of breath.
They could barely hope for a bloodless morning.

[Revanael]

((OOC: Seko, you really are vicious!))

[AoM]

((OOC: )

[Lumin]

OOC: Yikes. Is there really something so wrong with an old-fashioned hanging? )

[SekoETC]

Through the haze of sleep, the villagers smelled smoke. Everybody rushed outside, afraid yet anxious to see the source. Thick smoke was billowing out of Mortaine's house. The door wouldn't yield despite all the tugging and they started banging at it with their fists. That was answered with muffled screams from the other side.
"Oh my god please get me out of here! ...I can't move, my hands are nailed down, it hurts so much! - Can you hear me? Please, please hurry - I can't breathe!"
They shouted back at her, trying to calm down her fears with promises of fast rescue, but there was no reply anymore. People were running around in panic, trying to find buckets and hoses to put out the fire and tools to break in. The door was too thick, it would have taken days to break it and the fire was spreading rapidly. Flames were already licking out from the attic.
Someone with a crowbar started prying off the boards covering a window but when the last one came loose, the screen exploded hurling shards of glass on the rescuer. One of the guys covered himself with a wet blanket and started climbing through the broken window but was pulled back by the others.
"Are you nuts? The thing's gonna fall down any minute!"
As a confirmation, something creaked inside and a tongue of flame burst through the opening the man had just been about to enter. The heat was stiffling, forcing everybody to retreat. They stared helplessly as the roof caved in, crushing any hope on Mortaine's survival.

When the attention eventually turned away from the smoking ruins, the villager noticed a sheet of paper pinned to the church door.

"In the place where you were created, in the land of your origin, I will judge you. I will pour out my indignation upon you, breathing my fiery wrath upon you, I will hand you over to ravaging men, artisans of destruction. You shall be fuel for the fire, your blood shall flow throughout the land. You shall not be remembered, for I, the LORD, have spoken." (Ezekiel 21:33-37)

[swymir]

Ok who is still left? It doesn't matter. I am completely confident that Rev is the wearwolf. He has to be. You should have all listened to me from the beginning and killed Rev. Mortaine was the only other person who I thought might be a wearwolf, but it has to be Rev now.